The central square of Origin Island was filled with deafening noise, packed with spectators from all over Planet Oklo and even other planets.
The majestic, indigo-blue palace hangs high in the sky like a star, its interior vast enough to Containment tens of thousands of people.
"It's been over a decade, but the Grand Elder's demeanor remains as impressive as ever." A voice, aged yet carrying a hint of refined elegance, echoed. The speaker was a white-haired elder holding a staff. His entire being exuded a terrifying and awe-inspiring pure Magical Energy, which, despite his ordinary-looking appearance, filled this seemingly ordinary human elder with a terrifying and awe-inspiring power.
The Grand Elder stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. "Mokelan, I never expected you, old man, to be staying away from the Mage tower. That's quite a rare sight."
"There's no other way. I finally found a student I'm fairly satisfied with, so of course I have to take care of him." The Demigod spellcaster named Mokelan stroked his beard and said helplessly.
"Oh? A student who satisfies you must have extraordinary talent. I wonder which level of competition he participated in?" The Grand Elder asked with a look of surprise. He knew all too well his old friend's discerning eye. Even his few Epic- level students rarely received praise. For Mokelan to say the word "satisfied" showed just how outstanding his student's talent must be.
Mokelan's lips curled into a slight smile at his old friend's reaction. "My student is still young and is currently only participating in Low-Rank Transcendent competitions."
The Martial Arts Tournament is divided into three levels: low-level, mid-level, and High-Rank Transcendent.
"What's your name, Low-Rank Transcendent being?"
I won't tell you yet. You can guess for yourself when the game starts.
"You're still the same as ever." The elder shook his head helplessly, chatted with his old friend for a few words, and then took his leave to greet other guests.
Fortunately, there weren't many Demigod who came, and the Grand Elder quickly finished his work and sat back down next to Mokelan.
You're back so soon?
"Alas, times have changed. Fewer and fewer friends are willing to come and support the Martial Arts Tournament these days." A bitter smile appeared on the First Elder's lips.
Mokelan sighed and comforted her, "The world is ever-changing, and the strength of forces shifts like the changing seasons; it is inevitable. Although your Gendaya Royal Court has suffered a great calamity, fortunately, its foundation remains. Given time, it will surely rise again."
His old friend's words made the Grand Elder feel a little better, and he smiled calmly, saying, "Then I'll take your good wishes."
"By the way, does your Gendaya Royal Court have any promising juniors who you find acceptable to participate this time?"
The elder pondered for a moment, as Logo's face flashed before his eyes. That brat had boasted so much before; he wondered if he could really deliver on his promises. However, judging from his past performance, he wasn't one to bluff. Perhaps he really could defeat Ademu.
In addition, there was that foul-mouthed Holy Winged Dragon. If the Grand Elder was not confident about Logo, he had high expectations for Caesar. With his surging Holy Power and vigorous vitality that was almost comparable to Legendary, he had a very high chance of winning the championship at the High-Rank Transcendent level. Although there was a prince from the Dawn Empire participating, the Grand Elder was still full of confidence.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so lenient with this most despicable guy.
However, the Grand Elder did not mention Caesar's name or Logo. Instead, he casually named a few outstanding juniors of the Royal Court, such as Feituosi of the Abyss Hunter Clan and Luolike of the Tielin Clan, simply brushing off his old friend.
Time flowed quietly, and when the atmosphere in the square reached its peak, the Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
Buzz!!
Emerald green ripples spread, and the sky instantly transformed into a green gemstone. An exquisite courtyard emerged from the space, complete with pavilions, terraces, flowers, trees, lakes, and mountains.
A man and a woman stood in front of the courtyard.
The man was a Gendaya People, dressed in formal attire, with a rugged and heroic face. His name was Aziz, and he came from the Abyss Hunter Clan.
The woman was an Elf Race named Maliya, wearing a moon-white dress that swayed gently in the wind like a blooming orchid. She was serene and elegant, with an exquisite and otherworldly beauty. Even among the Elf Race, who were known for their many beauties, she was a rare gem.
These two are the hosts of this Martial Arts Tournament.
After the two introduced themselves and gave their opening remarks, Aziz smiled and said, "I'm sure you've all been waiting impatiently, so let's get straight to the point and invite the participants of the Martial Arts Tournament to enter."
As the words spread, contestants of various races and with different expressions lined up in a long queue and came to the center of the square.
Logo, Crassus, and Caesar were prominently listed.
Only the three of them participated in this Martial Arts Tournament.
Although Tiffany and her brother can assassinate Tier Nine enemy when they work together, their strength is only around the Tier Eight when they are separated.
The contestants participating in the High-Rank Transcendent competitions basically all possess Tier Nine combat power. Their strength would only be wasted if they went up there, without much training effect, and they would also expose many of their own trump cards. It would be better not to go at all, as the role of an assassin is to be as low-key as possible.
As for the Gain, the Martial Arts Tournament does not have a Legendary level competition.
After the contestants arrived, Aziz said, "This Martial Arts Tournament will be held in the Elf Race Verdant Courtyard. This Demigod can protect your safety to the greatest extent. Don't hold back for fear of hurting anyone. Fight without restraint, show your strength without fear, and become the ultimate victor."
"As far as I know, the prizes prepared for this competition are extremely amazing, enough to change the Fate of most of you. Even Legendary and Epic powerhouses would be envious. Whether you can get them depends on your performance in the future."
After saying this, Aziz spread his hands, laughing wildly, full of the arrogant style of the Gendaya People.
Logo listened to the words coming from above, unimpressed. He already knew the details of the so-called prize from Qiya. Although it was quite valuable, he didn't care about it.
In comparison, winning the championship and increasing influence within the Royal Court would be the only way to gain Logo's true attention.
After Aziz spoke, the elf Maliya smiled gently, "The rules have been explained. Now, please enter."
After speaking, Maliya gently waved her hand. Her fair, jade-like wrist swayed gently like a willow in the spring breeze, and a surge of vibrant Magical Energy flowed out and disappeared into the Verdant Courtyard floating in mid-air.
The next moment, the Demigod trembled, emitting a large number of green beams of light, like the traction beams emitted by a spaceship, pulling the contestants into it and making them disappear.
At the same time, huge screens, each a thousand meters high, quietly appeared on all sides of the square, displaying scenes unfolding in the Verdant Courtyard.